LUXURE

10. WATCH OUT

GIOVANNI'S POV

I was busy working on some paperwork at my desk when I heard a light knock on the double doors in front of me. It was the day after Luxure stole from me and I had Mark as well as a few of my men working diligently to figure out who she was and what her motives were.

"What did you find out, Mark?" I said loudly without taking my attention away from my work. I heard the doors open as Mark slid into the room standing by the door and not coming any closer. Mark was my most trust-worthy associate, he's been with me since my father handed the business to me.

"Well, sir, when she left your apartment building last night, we hacked into the city and surrounding businesses security cameras so we could follow her. She took the subway to the lower side of the city and we found out which apartment she presumably lives in. It looks like a pretty worn down building. I can get you the name of the building if you'd like?"

"Good work Mark, send me over the information and details on her building. Keep an eye on her. Find out anything and everything about her. Most importantly, figure out if she's a spy and why she stole from me." I said to Mark as I continued working on the paperwork in front of me. 

I had Mark follow Luxure. Every night for the last week all I can even think of is her black hair, that tight dress, and her dominance in bed. She makes me go crazy and I hate her for that. I had driven to the apartment Mark told me about, he was right about it looking run down. A few windows were boarded up, the building sure looked like it was in dire need of repairs, couples yelling at each other on the sidewalk, and broken windows scattered the building. The surrounding area didn't look too great either. A few liquor stores scattered the block, each of them having bars over their windows and questionable people hanging outside. I wondered if maybe this building was a coverup, maybe a secret spot where she meets with her accomplices. 

Work was getting frustrating. Dealing with idiotic clients and people who owe me money was never fun. I heard a knock on the door as I scanned the paperwork sitting in front of me.

"What did you find, Mark?" I asked with annoyance. It had been a week and he hadn't given me much of anything about Luxure. 

"Well, we found out a few things, actually." He said holding a piece of paper in front of him. "She works at TNM Travel Agency just outside of the business district in the city. She seems to have a son whom she walks to Clarence Elementary School every morning."

A son? 

I took the paper from him and scratched my jaw.  Scanning what he discovered about the devilish woman.

"How old does he look?" I asked with a bit of confusion, she didn't look old enough to have a son. But who am I to judge.

"He seems to be about 7 or 8 years old. I'm not entirely sure, sir."

"Alright then, what else." I set the paper down and ran my hands through my hair. This woman was driving me crazy.

"Well, sir, interestingly enough, she wore a wig when she went out with you. She seems to go by an alias or something." I put my pencil down and looked up at Mark with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, you have my attention."

"Well, sir, when we followed her we noticed she goes to work with long brown hair and she looks much different than she did that night.

"Hmm. What's her position at the travel agency?" 

"She seems to work at the front desk, sir."

Okay, so nothing big. Interesting.